ardent

night lurker.



Basilisk I

Loner

age
3 Years
gender
Male
gems
0
size
Extra large
build
-
posts
139
10-01-2013, 01:34 PM (This post was last modified: 10-01-2013, 06:07 PM by Epiphron.)




Drip. Drip. The gentle sound of water droplets cascading downward to the cave floor echoed through empty space. The moisture had been clinging desperately to the stone ceiling, and slowly, drop by drop, each individual droplet was sent spiraling into a puddle on the floor. The phenomenon was not visible; no, the cavern was dim and poorly light, and it set an eerie scene on this particular winter night.

The boy -- no, man -- who wanted into the depths was not a stranger to fear. A child of Kaios and Newt Saxe himself, he'd been forged in blood and flame, never destined for anything pure or good. Darkness would be his fate, and he had begun to accept it quietly. His paws slapped gently against the stone floor as he slipped into the depths of the cavern, grateful for the respite from Cataleya, though he knew well that she had not misplaced him. It was with his permission he had slipped into the cavern, and he would return from it before long. Though Basilisk Saxe had healed -- albeit rather slowly -- he was not yet strong enough to free himself from her. He was no idiot; it would be foolish to try to win back his freedom so soon. Like walking straight into the fiery depths of hell.

Once, death had seemed a lovely option -- but now living seemed more appropriate. Almost as a form of rebellion. A gentle snicker left his lips as he slipped deeper into darkness. Luckily, all that remained of his injury was a scar, set beneath his thick black fur, only visible if one chose to search for it. And there wasn't much room for vision here, not at this ungodly hour.

Something drew him further into the unknown. Perhaps some day his mother would return, to avenge him, to regain her rightful son. But such things were far too good to be true. So with a heavy heart, brimming with spite and hatred, Basilisk Saxe continued into the darkness, oblivious to the snow that had begun to fall outside.